Over the next three days, the three of them swept through the entire barrier as if clearing a map.
In the shadows of an abandoned subway station, three players huddled together were still discussing how to ambush people for points.
Qingxiao leaned against a pillar at the entrance without moving, while Hajime Kashimo charged inside with his iron staff.
Lightning flashed a few times inside, mingled with two brief screams, and silence soon returned.
Xiaolu dragged someone out by the back of their collar like a torn sack, then casually tossed them into a corner.
At the corner of the second street, two players who had saved up a few points launched a sneak attack, closing in from the front and rear.
Kashimo had just intercepted the frontal attack when the person behind him charged up with a cursed tool raised.
He was about to sidestep when a dark blur flashed beside him. Qingxiao cut in diagonally and threw a punch to either side, knocking both attackers sprawling as if playing whack-a-mole.
"Come on, leave some for me!" Xiaolu pursed his lips and flexed his wrists.
"Don't waste time on small fry like these." Qingxiao shook out his hands.
On a flight of steps farther away, Hana Kurusu sat hugging her knees, counting paving tiles with her back to the battlefield.
She wasn't afraid anymore.
With these two demon kings protecting her up front, all she had to do was wait until the fighting ended and follow along.
Night fell on the rooftop of a forty-story office building.
The dark purple sky hung low over the slumbering ruins of the city below. Wind swept dust past the building's edge, making their clothes flap.
Hana sat beside a ventilation duct drinking water. Kashimo sat cross-legged on the ground, his iron